My better half pulled a pitcher out of the refrigerator last night and poured a glass, thinking it was what we usually stock, lemonade. "Um, what is this?" The vibrant green color bordered on neon. "Either margarita or appletini. Given the color, I'd hazard appletini." The face he made was priceless.
As it turns out, the stuff tastes perfectly acceptable, once you get past the name and color. But names definitely matter. If offered a sip of oxidane, would you (should you) drink it?
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